Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Digimon 02: PARALLELS ❯ Chapter One: The Stolen Heart ( Chapter 1 )

Title: DIGIMON 02: Parallels

 

Description: In a time of need and desperation, two rival digimon fused together to create a being so powerful, it was “never meant to exist”. Because it was never meant to exist, it must steal the hearts of humans and world-hop to survive: a plan that enraptures Hikari Yagami and the other 02 generation to the point where they must once again face The Digimon Kaiser, fangirls/fanboys, and their greatest fears.

 

Rating: Between PG-13 and R. Currently PG-13 status, and I'm really hoping my writing doesn't take me to R. XD

 

Genre: Action/Adventure, Epic, Drama, Romance; small splash of Humor (especially in the second arc) and Mystery.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own digimon, nor any of the characters used in this fic, except one or two. XD No infringement intended.

 

Chapters: I'm hoping for 12, but might be a little more. It's looking like that. >> Oops.

 

Author's Note: To respond to your questions in your review, Lord Pata, would involve some major spoilers! However, I can say a few things, and that is that you don't have to worry about Daisuke and Hikari making with the smoochies with a little Takeru on the side. That'd be pretty lame for an action/adventure and epic story! So don't worry, Takeru and Daisuke get the same treatment in the romance department. I can't say much else. And yep, I DO like Takeru, and I do like Takari, just like I love Daikari. I'm not saying that she'll end up with one of them in this fic or anything, I just want to state that I love all three characters and their own couplings.

 

Needless to say, I appreciate your opinions and your requests, and I found them very interesting. =) As for rival digimon, you are clever! But I cannot tell you if it's true or not, `cause that would mean spoiling the story, and we don't want that!

 

 

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Digimon 02: Parallels

 

Chapter One

The Stolen Heart

 

A heart...

 

So fragile, so divine, so human.

 

Such innocence is a true heart. A pure heart.

 

And the Destined's hearts, most of all, were hearts to be taken advantage of.

 

 

Awaken.

 

...Awaken.

 

AWAKEN....

 

 

The creature stirred in his sweet silent abyss, filled with an empty darkness; filled with a loneliness that most humans could only begin to comprehend. The creature, heaving, slowly stood, head tilted slightly to the side as he stared deeply at his hand. So many lines. So many wrinkles. Such long fingers with so much blood on them; so much blood left to shed. Such strong, strong hands.

 

He remembered a time ago they were three pairs of hands, and not just one pair. A long time ago, indeed.

So he was awake.


And awake he would remain.


But for how long would the other Destined remain awake?

 

 

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Saturday. It was five years ago to this day that MaloMyotismon was defeated. It was the anniversary of his death - his end, but also the anniversary to a new beginning. The beginning to the uniting of both human and digimon alike, to begin living as one society. It would take a while before humans and digimon could live together completely peacefully, but Hikari knew it would work out someway or another, just so long as there were good people in the world to help. As long as people wanted to make things work, as long as they worked to create peace, eventually, there would be peace between man and mon.

 

“Hikari?” said a voice at the kitchen doorway.

 

Hikari looked up from her lunch, a little dewy-eyed and surprised. She saw Gatomon standing at the frame and smiled warmly, patting the seat next to her in an attempt to get her partner to sit next to her. “Hey. Sorry, I'm just a little out of it.”

 

“Does it have anything to do with those dreams you've been having?” Gatomon said quietly, almost as if it was a deep dark secret that no one was supposed to know about.

 

“Probably,” Hikari said, a little sadly. “But! They're getting better. I think.”

 

“You still squirm as much as you did a month ago,” Gatomon said.

 

That's right.

 

It began a month ago, these dreams.

 

A month seemed like such a long yet short time. For Hikari, one month flew by like it was really a week, but this month... no, this month was filled with absolute hell over those dreams. They were so realistic. So... painfully realistic. Those smells and sounds; that feeling of needles prickling her skin, the fear she felt like a pang in her heart. All of it so real.

 

“I was saved last night, though,” Hikari said with a smile. “By a man draped in light.”

 

“Oh?” Gatomon grinned in that Cheshire-cat-like matter and leaned toward her. “He saved you, did he? Who was he?”

 

“I... don't know...” Hikari sighed. “The light is always too much to tell who he is. It's like looking directly into the sun - you can never really see things because it's just too bright.”

 

“And you'll burn your corneas.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

She and Gatomon sat in silence for a while. Then, quietly, Gatomon leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against Hikari's shoulder for comfort, letting out a soft purr as she whispered, “It'll be alright, Hikari. I promise, no matter what happens, I'll protect you.”

 

“I know,” Hikari said with a confident nod. She smiled warmly and reached forward to scratch Gatomon's chin - a gesture which the cat-type digimon gleefully accepted. “I did recognize one aspect, though.”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“He had a dragon tattoo,” Hikari said. “Right on his shoulder. Well, more like his shoulder blade...”

 

Gatomon listened to her describe its appearance and the way the man seemed to hide it from Hikari after she saw it; the way that just seeing it seemed to pull her away from her distant nightmare and put her right back in her own little reality. Her... sanctuary away from all the nonsensical nightmares.

 

Once Hikari was done, Gatomon replied, “So... what were you doing staring at his bare shoulder blade?”

 

Again, silence.

 

Hikari's face was flushed with red and she grinned, fluttering her hand in front of her face as if to cool it off. “Well, that is a private matter!”

 

“Yeah, right! YOU do something like THAT? Pfft!” Gatomon laughed and gently poked Hikari's cheek with her claw. “You are such an innocent sheltered girl!”

 

“Nyaaah,” was the only response Hikari could manage.

 

Actually, it was true. Hikari had only dated maybe three guys in her whole life.

 

There was Takeru first in eighth grade - they were young, grew up together, been best friends their whole lives up until that point. They weren't sure if these strong feelings they had for each other were wholesome or just trying to decide what the feelings were under that. They were happy for a while - he got her first kiss! But... eventually it sunk back into being friends.

 

Then she dated Daisuke as a ninth grader, which went really well, too. For a while. While Daisuke was cutely obsessed, he was still kind, sweet, and always protected her whenever he could, doing everything he could to keep her happy, including making an even bigger idiot out of himself than usual. It was sweet, but... That quickly fell apart, too. They were ninth graders. Nothing works out to be amazing in ninth grade. Well, usually.

 

The third guy was one of the Poi brothers named Shan. It lasted about two dates before he had to move back to Hong Kong because his grandfather had fallen ill, but it was good while it lasted, and just yesterday she'd sent him an e-mail.

 

Really, Hikari had no experience.

 

It's not that guys didn't ask her out often, but... She was picky.

 

She still wondered if that man was anyone she knew, though. He had a strange familiarity yet unfamiliarity to him, so it could have been anyone.

 

Absolutely... anyone.

 

Daisuke had a dragon digimon, didn't he? But it didn't seem like Daisuke. And it definitely wasn't Taichi. She knew that for a fact. Taichi couldn't do anything that gently.

 

Then, there was silence.

 

Just silence.

 

A rumble in her mind; something that made Hikari's eyes narrow in thought. What? What was happening?

 

She swallowed and looked down at her plate.

 

The rumble got louder.

 

Don't forget Hikari you must not forget

 

Don't forget what?

 

DO NOT FORGET HIKARI WHO YOU ARE

 

Hikari's eyes widened.

 

A voice?

 

But from where?

 

There is a DARKNESS descending It is FALLING and you must not be blind to it

 

I'm... hearing voices, Hikari rubbed her temples. This is not a good sign.

 

you are in high school now Hikari you are growing older

 

Disembodied.

 

It was...

 

Disembodied.

 

In her head. In her freaking head.

 

You must not listen to the whispers

You must not let the darkness plague your sight forever

Because you are

 

Who was she? WHO WAS SHE?

 

(The One)

 

 

“The One...?”

 

“Hikari?” Gatomon blinked and looked toward her.

 

Her brow furrowed, Hikari stood and brought her plate over to the sink. Without replying to Gatomon, she began to walk to her room, sensing something there - sensing something different - something - not familiar.

 

Not Right.

 

NOT RIGHT.

 

That voice... I know that voice... I must know that voice.

 

Don't get distracted.

 

Don't let anything get in the way.

 

You have a heart of gold, Yagami, do not let the darkness take that.

 

Who are you?

 

I am Not the One.

 

What do you mean “Not the One”? What's that supposed to mean? I mean it - who are you? You don't have permission to access MY mind!

 

I do not need permission to be here

 

Because

 

I am

 

Hikari Yagami

 

You're... me? But that's not possible. That can't be. You can't be me!

 

Hikari sharply inhaled, eyes wide.

 

Am I going insane?! Am I - am I REALLY going insane right now?!

 

You are not insane.

 

All will be explained soon, Yagami Hikari.

 

But for now, you must

Enter

Your

Dominion

 

My... Dominion?

 

She was right in front of her bedroom door.

 

The voice had gone silent.

 

“Hi—Hikari!” Gatomon shouted from the kitchen, hopping off her chair to meet Hikari.

 

Instantly, as if by habit, Hikari turned to Gatomon. The cat digimon stood wide-eyed in the hallway, panting, tilting her head to the side as if trying really hard to understand what the heck was going through her partner's mind, but it wasn't getting through, she couldn't do it, she had no idea what was happening. Hikari swallowed.

 

Neither did Hikari know.

 

She only did what she felt she should.

 

Hikari held out her hand toward Gatomon.

 

“Hikari?! What's going on with you?!” Gatomon hissed, eyes narrowed. She reached forward to take Hikari's hand, but just as she did, a great light suspended from Hikari's palm and swallowed Gatomon whole. Hikari couldn't move. Couldn't even breathe. It was as if her muscles had gone completely numb, as if it had all gone and faded, as if it she were nothing but skin and bone. When the light faded, Gatomon was still there, clutching her hand, but like Hikari, she, too, was frozen.

 

However, unlike Hikari, she didn't seem to hold any consciousness over her predicament. She stood completely still, eyes unmoving, muscles with not a single twitch, it was as if...

 

She were frozen in time.

 

A whisper.

 

 

Come To Me.

 

 

Hikari looked toward her bedroom door, still shut.

 

 

Come To Me, hikari yagami.

 

 

A deafening whisper.

 

 

Meet Me, Chosen One, Meet your...

 

 

Her chest ached.

 

Her breath quickened.

 

Her legs moved but she didn't even realize it, she couldn't even know that they were moving, as if they had to, as if she had to find out who that voice was, who it was speaking to her, that deep, rugged tone. Who was that voice? She had to know.

 

She had to!

 

 

...Destiny.

 

 

Her hand rested on the cool bronze doorknob of her room. She hesitated, feeling its cold metal send chills up her spine (or perhaps that wasn't the doorknob, no, perhaps that was not the doorknob), but before she could wrench that hand back as if it burned, she instead turned the knob and opened the door.

 

Inside, Fate was waiting clad in platinum armor and a cloak of red, blue, and green. Its gloves were blood-drenched, its gaze dull and distant, its hand resting on the handle of the massive scabbard residing on its back. The great and gallant creature's clutch tightened and Hikari bit her bottom lip, tilting her head to the side.

 

This feeling... Was she meeting again with an old friend? An old acquaintance?

 

Such a beautiful creature... Such a glorious, triumphant creature... So sad, though, those eyes, so empty and filled with loneliness. Nothing but... loneliness.

 

She felt something warm trickle down her cheek.

 

The creature's clutch weakened on the sword's handle.

 

“Why?”

 

Her voice was gentle, soft; it broke in the middle of the word as she felt her throat tighten; her eyes wet and stinging. She took a step forward and reached toward the behemoth.

 

“Why... are you so sad? Are you lonely?”

 

 

I Am.

 

 

“Please don't be lonely. I'll be your friend. I promise, I'll be your friend!”

 

shhhhhh

 

The sword was drawn from its sheath.

 

The creature shifted and favored its right leg, right hand on the upper-handle as its left hand controlled the lower. Hikari's breath caught in her throat, yet she managed to keep that hand reached out, even if in just a minute it'd be cut off.

 

No, she couldn't think like that.

 

She had to believe.

 

No one was truly evil.

 

Even digimon.

 

No, especially digimon.

 

And this creature was a digimon, wasn't it?

 

 

Take My Blade, hikari yagami.

 

 

“What?”

 

The creature extended the blade toward her.

 

 

Give Me your Heart, And I Will Never Be Lonely Again.

 

 

“My heart? Will that make you happy?”

 

The creature replied with nothing but a nod.

 

“Will I ever get my heart back?”

 

She stared at the sword, then toward the creature, one of her hands resting on her chest. A deal with the devil. A deal with a very lonely devil. A deal everything within her but her heart was screaming no at.

 

 

Someday... Perhaps.

 

 

Those eyes.

 

So empty.

 

So lonely.

 

So... gone.

 

Her mind screamed, bellowed, hoarsely cried NO NO NO NOOO. But her heart... her heart said yes. And if that was what her heart wanted, and if that was what this creature wanted, what this creature needed, then for a while, she could lend her heart to him.

 

Without thinking, without really considering, without fully realizing what this meant, Hikari reached forward and

 

Took

 

The

 

Sword.

 

Her heart, once beating within her breast, stopped, but though it stopped beating, somehow - somehow - she was still breathing. Still... living. But somehow - somehow - she was colder. Much, much colder.

 

And the creature

 

Was

 

Gone.

 

Left nothing but a vortex of swirling teals, purples, blues, and greens; a vortex leading to unimaginable planes. Quietly, the portal remained, and Hikari was left alone in her room.

 

 

And instantly she knew that the coldness she felt was unnatural; she knew she needed her heart back.